Beautiful Darkness

➵A Colorless Life

A loud pounding wakes me from the coma-like state my body condoned itself into. Without hesitation my body lurches into an upright position and I immediately regret it. Pain wracks throughout my weak body. Torture has a lasting impact.

"Get up, Princess." Roman's loud and obnoxiously irritating voice calls out. I don't dignify him with a response and instead groan loudly. I raise my eyebrows at the set of clothes folded across the bottom of the bed. I must not have heard whoever brought them. I touch the soft material of the clinging black pants. I slip them on and admire how they comfortably they fit. The outfit is complete with a long sleeve black shirt with flowy material, a dark green army jacket, and black combat boots. The style is clearly a current Light trend in their different fashion community.

No weapons are laid out for me. I assume that I won't be given one or they will continue to bind me. After all, you don't need a weapon when you were born one. I briskly enter the bathroom and stare at the mirror. I have never been one to be very concerned with vanity, but I decide that my silver-tinted hair looks better down with this outfit. I braid parts of it out of my face so it won't get in my way later on.

The door pounds a second time and my face is unamused as I open it. Roman is standing in front of me and gives a glance down to my outfit. I take the moment to observe him. His brown hair is neatly brushed but is still overgrown. His golden eyes stand out against his typical armored outfit. His face contorts with a mix of surprise and confusion.

"I'm glad that while you are dressed to fight on our long journey to the capital, I am dressed in a repulsive outfit that merely reflects what your kind considers good taste." The sarcasm is evident in my tone and Roman gives me an amused expression.

"I agree that the outfit does little to armor or cover your body, but it is presumed that you will not be engaging in any form of combat. You can thank that injection." The last part holds no malice or attitude. He is simply stating the facts, not trying to use them against me to his advantage. I take a step closer and look into the brown flecks in his eyes.

"There's a little more to you then meets the eye, huh?" I ask rhetorically. He merely nods for me to follow him. The corridors of the Light headquarters, referred to as the White Willow, are surprisingly modern looking. It reminds me of the way humans used to furnish their homes when they populated the planet. The hallways are continuously painted the same eggshell color with various artwork lined against the walls.

Once we reach the main doors of the White Willow a decent sized group of people seem to be waiting for us.

"Roman. About time." A tall female with hair the color of a burning fire addresses him. Roman raises his eyebrows as I remain silent.

" The princess here needed time to get dressed."

"Right. The privileged little girl probably isn't used to doing things without servants." She bites.

"Natalia." A black-haired man warns. Both of them are elfin, and clearly of the Light. His short facial hair and bigger frame draw me to believe he is in a position similar to Roman's. Natalia's words settle in my chest but do little to affect me.

"If I cared about what a Light thought of me, I would asked a dumpster out back." I merely smirk as she makes a move to lunge at me. Roman and the man from before both have to hold her back.

"Enough. We don't have time for childish remarks." Roman's voice commands authority.

Natalia stops fighting against his grip and gives him a firm nod. I don't miss her eyes catching mine with a glare so deadly it could kill.